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Poster: Administrator, Curator, or Staffbeep* Date: Apr 19, 2012 5:34pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

Los Compadres opened in 1966.
Anyone remember Aggie's Hotdogs?

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Poster: William Tell Date: Apr 19, 2012 8:34pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

Cool, thx. I will have to ask the old girlfriend, as she still lives in the area. Recall a hotdog place, but was thinking it was the Caspers Flow mentioned...

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Poster: Administrator, Curator, or Staffbeep* Date: Apr 19, 2012 8:44pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

There was a Casper's and an Aggie's.
You might recall the Gay 90s Pizza Palace across the parking lot from Aggie's with that crazy multi-gadgety organ. It was a serious Saturday night hangout for many decades.

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Poster: rastamon Date: Apr 19, 2012 9:00pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

but do you remember Frenchy's?

http://rockprosopography101.blogspot.com/2009/08/frenchys-hayward-ca-january-june-1966_18.html

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Poster: high flow Date: Apr 20, 2012 12:19pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

Was Aggies across from Kennedy Park? I seem to recall having a burger there once with Marc Subotnik and his dad Dr. Subotnik....the foot Dr. of Hayward.

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Poster: Administrator, Curator, or Staffbeep* Date: Apr 20, 2012 12:36pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: The Open Letter Is a Fraud

Indeed it was. When my siblings and I were wee ones (late 50s/early 60s) our dad would first take us to Aggies on many a Saturday where we would feast on doggies and/or burgers and say hello to George and his brother, a couple of robust Greek gentlemen who may have been the west coast version of "Cheeburger, cheeburger, no fry, cheep!" George could easily have replaced Anthony Quinn in Zorba.
Then we would usually head across the street to Kennedy Park and hang out there for awhile. It was always a fun time for us.